How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

Chapter 79

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

I’m a writer of nonsense (incest)… By the way, the illustration of my work is ‘younger sister’?

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Chapter 79 – … Do You Hate Mom? That’s Why There Isn’t… ?

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An awkward atmosphere in the house.
Even the most insensitive person could not have known this.

Especially for me, it was a bit embarrassing.
Considering the atmosphere last night, I wonder if the three of us could be lying in bed together… Because I was busy developing the kind of imagination that a man should have.

By the way, what… My imagination like this really ended with imagination.
And on top of that, all three of us were eating breakfast in silence, feeling somehow awkward.

“…”

The ‘little sister’, who acted as if she couldn’t live without dying, has a cold expression.
So, instead of talking, he is busy sitting quietly and looking at his eyes her.

Auntie did more than this.
His expression was so serious that he couldn’t even dare to say anything.

Only the sound of chopping spoons filled the kitchen.
It was to the point where I thought I might get sick of it.

And in the end, my rice bowl, which was relatively quick to eat, is emptied first.
After looking at the empty bowl for a while, I look sideways at the ‘younger sister’ and her aunt who are sitting on either side.

“……I really enjoyed the meal.”
“… Ah yes. Would you like more?”
“No. I’m full now…”

Private work was like this, but public work was also a problem.
There is a woman in the house and two families… It was really embarrassing to have to lock myself in a small room in such a gap and write incestuous stories.

What’s more, the door that opens from time to time.
If it was even locked, I’d never heard anything good from anyone.

“… Do not lock the door.”
“Oh, uh, uh. I won’t lock it.”

It was only 20 minutes ago that the ‘younger sister’ scolded me for locking the door and saying what nonsense I was doing.
And even the lady who crossed her arms beside him and looked at me in a bad way.

I was caught between the two, and I was in a difficult situation for no reason, but I was getting further and further away from the strange imagination I had spread out, and in the end I became a victim of eating rice.

“Whoa…”

I grab an empty bowl and go to the sink.
I try to open the breath that was blocked in the gap.

“… I’ll go in.”

I thought I should leave immediately.
Anyway, this is it, and work was work.

A gait that gradually speeds up.
And the pressure of taking a break yesterday wraps around my body.

Of course, I’ve been writing since early morning, but I couldn’t concentrate on the ‘younger sister’ and her aunt who came and went frequently.

In my mind, I wanted to attend at least with the mindset that I would make up for the hiatus.
However, it was a little distant for me, who struggled with two episodes a day.

“Ha…”

First, I sat down in front of my desk.
However, the pure white monitor screen is full of blanks.

“Whoa…”

And I first transfer the things rolling in my head into writing and look at them.

Tack-Tack-Tack-

Uselessly busy fingers and trembling legs.
I wrote as if I was being chased by something even though I still had a lot of time.

“Haaa…”

Short attention span.
In that short amount of time, I transferred and wrote hundreds of words.

However, there doesn’t seem to be much of a clue.
So I slowly erased the things I had written down, and when I erased them again, there was nothing left.

“Whoa…”

A deep sigh.
And the bristle nerves were more sensitive than usual.

Jerk-jerk-jerk-

So I was able to immediately catch footsteps that could be heard from far away.
I don’t know yet if she’s a ‘younger sister’ or an ajumma.

Smart-

I didn’t open the door in the first place.
And unless the ‘younger sister’ has a change of heart, she must be an ajumma outside right now.

“…Yes.”
“Can I come in for a second?”
“Yes, come in.”

Hands are busy
By the way, she’s trying to pretend to be something else.
I wondered what use it was when we already knew each other.

But embarrassing is embarrassing, so I just get up from my chair with the monitor turned off.

“… Wait, are you okay?”
“Ah yes…”

Auntie was cautious.
Then she slowly enters the room and closes the door.

“…What brings you here….”

It was embarrassing to see her face to face.
So, our eyes meet once, and without my knowledge, our gaze is directed downward.

“Ah… Yes. It’s nothing else… “

Gulp – and swallow saliva.
I wonder what the hell will come out of that mouth.

“Ummm… So…”

I wanted to come straight to the point.
However, the lady who was dragging her words her kept moving her lips.
I am also embarrassed to open her mouth first, so I quietly wait for her aunt her.

“Uh,hehe… I, that, dirty talk… This is amazing…”
“…Ah yes.”

A cold sweat seems to flow from the back of my back at the words of nonsense.
I had already seen her aunt’s naked body of her, but as expected, she was a completely separate issue from him.

“…I was curious, so I looked for it…”
“Ah… Yes, yes…”

Sweat drips from my forehead –
I was realizing with my body that my hairline was becoming softer.

“…But, Eun-young came out…”
“Ah, that, that’s it. As for what happened…”

No matter what I said, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
Anyway, the name of the ‘younger sister’ and the narration that I wrote while imagining the ‘younger sister’ did not change.

And the existence of such obscene language… So, I got caught by ‘Mom’.

“Ha…”

Can you really say that you have ten mouths? Where the hell can I find an excuse?
I quietly kept my mouth shut as if I had become a treasonous criminal.
I was mentally prepared for the aunt’s reprimand her.

“… Eunyoung’s friend also came out. Girlfriend… With his girlfriend, his’s older sister, aunt, and mother….”

In the aftermath that follows, the mind wanders.
A person called ‘Mom’, not anyone else, and moreover, the review of her son’s incestuous stories was not something that could be listened to quietly.

“Ah, now, wait… Ha, ha ha….”

I took a deep breath.
It didn’t really change anything though.

“… Yes, that, and that?”

Still, it helped to pick up the level of rapid breathing.
I haven’t finished preparing my mind yet, but I try to masturbate that it’s just a procedure that I have to go through someday.

“Uh, but it’s just… It’s really all coming out… And it’s just, I ate it all… And then…”

Originally, it was such nonsense.
[486 ways to fuck your little sister]

I was just faithful to the title, but it was quite painful to hear such a series of stories from someone.
And the toil continued.

“Yes Yes….”
“There are so many different situations, so many situations, and it seems like there will be no end…”

I can’t figure out what the hell to say.
So I tensed up and waited with bated breath for the woman’s words to follow.

“… But, oh, this is… Why… Isn’t there a mother… ?”

I wondered if I had heard wrong.
I lifted my head slightly upward, which was facing the floor.

A red flushed face is seen.
No matter how hard she was breathing, her breasts were all swaying.

“Ah…”

And, perhaps feeling my blatant gaze at her, she trembled her body at her.
With an embarrassing expression on her face her, she covered her breasts her with her hands … He puts her cumbersome hand down again.

“… I hate my mother? Is that why she doesn’t exist… ?”
“Ah… I mean, what… I don’t know… “

I was also cautious.
Still half and half.

I wondered if my understanding was correct, so I asked again.

“…Noyeeeee…”

The face of the auntie, the face that had been reminded of red, is really red.

“Hey, it’s vulgar… It’s just, the genealogy is complicated… There are so many women… Why, ha, all of a sudden… I wonder if there’s only a mother… I wonder… “
“Ah…”

It seems that my thoughts were correct.

“Uh, that, that’s…”

I am startled and open my mouth slightly.
Because I had no idea what the hell to say.

“…… You don’t like your mother… ?”

It was as if he was asking me how I was.
No matter how much I’m out of the country these days, I couldn’t carelessly say her words in those eyes of an ajumma who was in trouble somewhere.

“…I don’t like it, it’s not that kind of problem…”
“Uh, huh…Then?”

Anything he said would hurt her.
That’s why even if I lie, as long as the aunt is not hurt, she does.

“… Soon, that’s because it’s going to come out… It’s just that, ah, it hasn’t come out yet… “
“Ah…”

The woman’s mouth opens slightly.
A reddish blush appeared on his cheeks her.

“… Really?”

A raised tone of voice.
At those words full of anticipation, I quietly and slowly nod my head up and down.

“Oh, I don’t even know that…”

It was a look of no doubt.
On the contrary, the face is becoming more and more reminded.
The serious atmosphere I saw in the morning disappears in an instant.

“… So, then… When does it come out? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? Is it coming out this month?”

Full of anticipation, the lady took a step closer to me.
He pressed his face against her, her long-sighted eyes shining with a lot of light.

“Oh, that’s… Maybe sometime this week… It’ll come out.”

The lie that started once grew in size.
And at such a lie, the corner of her mouth her rises as if it were caught in her ear her.

“… Really? Then, like her daughter, the mother comes out with her mother’s name her…?”

If his son his was writing such obscene language, he certainly had nothing wrong with making it a problem.
But for some reason, the lady wanted to appear in my vulgar language.

“Well, yes…”

The beginning was a lie, but you just have to make the lie a reality.

“…… Have you already written something down… ?”
“Well, I don’t have that yet. I was going to… Write it soon.”
“… Then can mom also watch from her side of her?

Your face, your expression, and even your gestures.
It was evident that he had all sorts of expectations.

“… Yes. Of course….”

So don’t reject it.
They nodded their heads and went to the desk together.

How to Make a Living as a Writer of Nonsense (Incest)

I’m a writer of nonsense (incest)… By the way, the illustration of my work is ‘younger sister’?

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